It was around five in the morning when Rosette woke up; it was time for her daily morning runs in the mansion.
Rosette was so frail and fragile when she first transmigrated into her body, barely having any energy to walk from one place to another without stopping for rest.
Because she wasn’t eating enough, she was anaemic for a growing child. She didn’t exercise enough because she was locked in her studies, it was only natural for her to grow weak. Since it wasn’t common knowledge diet and exercise affects health, no one paid much attention to such matters.
But this was time to change.
When Rosette first went out for a run around the mansion, she sweated like a pig and didn’t achieve much distance before her legs collapsed. Paul surrounded her with guards thinking she was an intruder, only to find her unsightly leaning against a stone statue in the garden with a flushed face.
Yes. That was embarrassing.
She got escorted back to the mansion, where head maid Theresa thoroughly reprimanded her actions about how girls shouldn’t run around in their nightwear because ‘that is only for their husbands to see’.
She hadn’t thought that. She went out with her nightwear, a long white cotton dress, because it allowed more movement compared to the heavy gowns with frills and laces.
She should’ve put more thought into it, remembering how she’d read from one of the novels that even ‘ankle-flashing’ is considered indecent. The male character in that book blushed dramatically upon seeing the female lead’s ankles, and she remember laughing about it.
What an oversight on my part…
She had specifically requested maids tailor her long cotton trousers to go out for exercise in cold early mornings like these. Obviously they declined, saying things like ‘My lady! You can’t possibly go out in such degrading commoner clothes!’
It required much persuading before they finally agreed, eventually having to resort to ‘FINE I’LL JUST RUN IN MY NIGHT GOWN THEN’.
Noble etiquettes are so annoying.
She glanced at the sleeping figure of the boy on the other edge of the bed, and touched her puffy under-eyes which swollen from crying.
Rosette had always been easy to cry in her previous life, rather- she was the first to fail in all the “try not to cry challenge” on YouTube videos. She’d cry reading novels, cry watching movies, cry seeing dog photos- you get my point.
She had suspected for the boy to have an ugly and dark history, but hearing it from the person did hit differently from just reading it on a game panel. It struck to her that this boy sitting in front of her went through such horrible things, and was still smiling happily.
How can you smile that way?
How much sadness are you holding in?
How much grudge must you have against the world?
I cannot help you with your past, but I can help you with your future.
“Because now you’re my brother.” She whispered underneath her breath.
Patting Issac’s head slowly, she stared at his sleeping face.
“Pfft. Yeah, your face is going to be a dangerous weapon.”
Imagine all the girls who’ll chase you- oh god I’m already getting hypertension from thinking.
Yeah, better stay away from getting too close to you. It will bring nothing but drama.
Gently pulling the quilt blanket over his chest, she decided to leave the bed for her run. Maybe this time, she’ll be able to complete 3 laps around the mansion.
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Weird. She’s definitely weird.
Issac, an 8 year old child, had troubles sleeping when placed in a new strange environment. He had his eyes closed thinking of matters he’s seen today while sticking near Rosette.
Naturally, he was standing outside her room when she was screaming her heads off complaining about the Duke. He listened in, but couldn’t understand what she was discontented about. Issac just assumed it was one of the foreign languages he had yet to learn.
Mature for a seven-years-old, they said, yet she was just a child in his eyes. She laughed and cried freely as any child would. It was easy to manipulate her feelings. But…
‘Last night’
The words Rosette said repeated in his mind.
He felt unsettled.
How dare she say those words lightly as if she knew everything that was going on?
How would she understand what suffering he went through when she's never experienced a loved one die in her hands?
The bed shifted beside him and Issac tightly shut his eyes pretending to sleep.
Crossing the several pillows Rosette lined up between her and Issac in the middle of the bed, Issac felt the bed dip beside him due to a person’s weight.
‘What’s the point of putting all those pillows when you’re just going to cross them anyway?!’
Then out of nowhere, she started whispering to herself.
“Because you’re my brother.”
A small hand patted his head, its warmth permeated from the touch. She went silent for a while.
Issac felt her stare burning a hole in his face.
“Pfft”
‘Now you’re laughing at my face?’
“Yeah your face is going to be a dangerous weapon.”
Issac felt his blanket shift, then it covered his previously exposed chest. Rosette then got off the bed and left the room, silently closing the door with a small ‘clack’ when it latched.
Issac touched his head, his fingers fiddling with the hair where Rosette previously patted.
“Weird. Definitely weird.”
He sat up and looked around the large room. His eyes landed on the study desk and he vaguely remember her urgently keeping away and locking some papers.
His curiosity peaked.
‘What are you hiding?’
His feet carried him towards the desk and soon, he found himself fiddling the lock with a small hair pin.
I don't think this kid will change much, shes within his manipulation strike zone, but maybe over time he might let go of some of that sh*t hes carrying.
I really enjoy writing this two-faced character of Issac. it's quite fun to imagine him coming up with all sorts of manipulative methods with an innocent face.
@yam.laure I hope he gets some closure in the future, not by the usual Mary sue method, our mc wont be Dr Phil psych 101 graduate of google and YouTube, I at least hope he doesn't see her as an enemy, if during their time together he becomes fond then that's good enough lol
@KuqKu (WHAT IF SHE WAS A PSYCH MAJOR)
jk I didnt hint anything on her major and she ain't showing aspirations to be a family therapist. We'll wait and see for how things develop haha
@yam.laure there's always a perfectly legit degree from YouTube... between cat vids and pimple pops we get smarter every day!
If not then we can giggle over another's filmed misfortune feeling better about ourselves!
@KuqKu sounds emo
@yam.laure is looking at people slipping on banana peels emo ?
@SwampyCat no you ruined all the emo vibes once you brought in the bananas
@SwampyCat I've never slipped on a banana peel ever... I've nearly cracked my head a few times thanks to water though...
Water is practically invisible on some surfaces... But a banana peel? Dude... They're dirty lazy asses if they leave that sh*t on the floor, if they're willing to do that then chances are there's all kinds of sh*t on the ground too.. Maggots ... Roaches... I wouldn't even go in such a room!!
If that banana peel is outside it depends on the season...spring summer and autumn here in Australia is fking hot...that peel would get mummified pretty damn quick, but as a side note, eating a banana while walking outside is a bit lewd OK... I ain't ever seen anyone eating a banana while walking around... Why the heck did I write so much about this???
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@KuqKu because banana opinions are important
@yam.laure Yeah like how the Cavendish banana is shit!!, but those dumb banana farmers fked up and let the good bananas get the pox!!! Now we only get shitty Cavendish bananas!!
@KuqKu Tsk bananas are delicious, portable and don't f*cking leek juices everywhere , normally slipping is because someone else left the peel on the ground in areas where assholes are known for littering like amusement parcs etc... on a side note it is difficult to slip on a banana peel on it's own it happens but as a rule there is ALWAYS something under the peel , that's the secret also why those vidéos leads to videos of people slipping on or in trashpiles and bins contrary to slipping on water puddles or falling on piles of fallen leaves
@SwampyCat you obviously have never eaten a good banana... A crappy fungus wiped out the main banana breed we love eating... The shitty breed resistant to that fungus is the main banana sold now... If you want the other types...then u gotta payola a lot more for the privilege...
@KuqKu i know of the other type of banana and obviously never ate it but i'm not discriminatory about food and it doesn't change that it is good. on another note why trash salt and pepper ? and yes there where other types of spices that grew and were used in medieval europe like people wake up spice were mainly imported by nobles for the luxury factor not because the food was sh*t , tsk i hate how japanese fiction has this eroneous cliche like at the same time period the only commestible thing they had was rice like yeah everyone else eats fish even the landlocked eastern european countries and every country in the world has one type of raw food and fermented food like steak tartare and cheese (oh no if i ferment soy beans everyone will think i'm weird or a witch) NOPE it's just a new receipe you found somewhere like even the Roman empire knew the chinese ate rice it's just f*cking annoying to grow like corn the amount of water needed for those fields would drain the earth so fast and like did you ever give soy sauce to a local ? never would someone say it's good on the first try it's one of those foods you grow into like in asian countries you grow up with it so it's okay but hell you can find a better use for those soybean fields if you manage to import like it's easier to raise no ! it's too f*cking cold here for that sh*t and all those serfs working in those marshlike fields for that "delicious" food they are gonna be so f*cking gratefull for making their life worse and they already know to use fertilizer(like we already used ash and cow dung wake up) even if they don't know why it works like the scientific revolution was finding out why sh*t works we already had the right answers but we didn't know why we were right and for crop rotation everyone already same reasons why it needed to be ratified again was the cash crop crisis, same sh*t with soap we already had it !
@SwampyCat woah from bananas to rice, glad I was asleep while you typed so passionately!
Spices have an interesting history... Now I come from a country that has a fairly bland palate, salt and pepper, tomato sauce, beef/veg/chicken stock and curry powder is prolly the extent of the additives put in my food...
My palate found other food to be too salty, too sweet, too oily. But that's when I discovered those food outlets just sucked, for me pizza and McDonald's wasn't that great, I really hated pickles, I'd see the size of the burgers and felt ripped off... I was used to my local cuisine which wasn't great either but compared to this other sh*t it was Michelin quality.
I discovered later in life that all food can be appreciated, because there exists quality food in all forms, some require exorbitant prices to access otherwise you have to make do with what is available, accessibility is key. I soon realised the differences when moving to another country...
The first thing I noticed was the produce... Fruit and veggies... I sh*t you not but my countries fruit and veggies was on another level... I surely did not realise there would be this kind of quality difference, I had no idea the gap was this huge, fruit that would be in a bargin bin back home was sold like it was the best of the crop... I was woah... What the heck?
The amount of dry juiceless apples that were too sour, tart, not ripe tasted old was gross and disgusting... But then my palate changed over time to accommodate, I'd bit*h endlessly about sh*t quality, then I'd go back home after a long absence and gain 5 kgs of indulgent pleasure... Sigh...
I forgot the point I was gonna make...
There's no point made it's just a rant sesh and I'm enjoying this
@yam.laure lol the only bad thing about good food is fat... The fat rolls that can't fit those jeans nemore... Oh the tragedy!! The indents of tightness upon tender fleshy skin hurts
@KuqKu breezy cotton all the way~ perks of self isolating = f*ck jeans. No one sees your pants on zoom anyway
@yam.laure oh hoho, the hairy legs phenom is definitely in play during this time in history, along with dreadlock armpits, I'm rather proud of the length!...not really... But how grand to walk around in shorts with legs that can scour clean a pot!